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It was a long lonesome drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles whizzed by I realized that I was unpleasant sometimes however at others I was thrilled and practically giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her deeper and deeper into the hotwife lifestyle. I felt at the time that she would be enjoying herself and I didn't understand what was actually going on until much later after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our pals and family at bay and not reveal that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually limited interaction at the time simply a brief text every day and only one quick but lacking in information phone call about her extended vacation.
This was practically a completely various female than the one I had actually left in St. Louis just a week ago. She was taller than my 5'10' as she was using high-heeled shoes with at least a 5 inch heel. She had on a summer season gown that looked like it must be worn as a slip as it was practically large and shimmery; it fell midway in between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you could quickly make out the curve of her breasts through it. As I held her I could not feel her bra strap or panties as my hands slipped from her back and over her ass. I gave her a leering look.
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